Nan Zi'er found that she was very unlucky. Ever since she took a look at the snake, she had bad luck again and again, and she was even more frightened.
"I must have had a grudge against snakes in my previous life, otherwise they wouldn't come to me like this in this life." She cried with a sad face and felt very depressed.
After running away from the art exhibition, she didn't even go back to her dormitory, nor did she stop hanging around outside. Suddenly, she had nowhere to go.
In desperation, she had no choice but to stay at the ice cream shop outside for the entire afternoon, until she had classes to attend in the afternoon, and then she walked calmly towards the teaching building inside the college.
Just after returning to the classroom, Zhou Zhou and others gathered together for some unknown reason and were discussing something heatedly. They didn't even notice that she had entered.
She was in a bad mood, so she didn't go forward to listen to what they were saying. She went straight to her seat, sat down quietly, and put her head on the table, feeling very depressed.
It didn't take long for Zhou Zhou and others to discover her, with strange expressions on their faces. They didn't understand why she was indifferent after hearing the good news. So, they all gathered around her.
"Zi'er, our class is going on a trip." Zhou Zhou shouted in her ear, and quickly moved away for fear of being attacked.
However, the strange thing is that Nan Zi'er is still lying on her stomach, turning a deaf ear to her words, her eyes are dazed, and her soul wanders to nowhere.
The girls were confused and didn't know what happened to her. Now they no longer even wanted to joke. Several people quickly stretched out their hands to pull her body, shouting anxiously.
"Zi'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Zi'er, what happened?"
"Zi'er, are you sick?"
"Zi'er, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone was talking a lot. They suspected that she was sick and even stretched out their hands to touch her body. They were very anxious. It was self-evident that everyone was worried. She had indeed been acting abnormally recently.
Nan Zi'er became even more depressed after being disturbed by them, and said impatiently: "I'm fine, please ignore me." After saying that, she buried her head on the table and stopped paying attention to everyone.
Now, everyone was even more confused about the situation and couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. Everyone looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.
At this time, Zhou Zhou spoke again. She said in an extremely gentle and caring voice: "Dear Zi'er, don't be upset. We are going on a spring outing next week. Are you happy to hear the news?
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Nan Zi'er ignored her and continued to be an ostrich, pretending not to hear. Spring outing? What's fun? She had no interest.
Seeing that she ignored them, the group finally made trouble for themselves and dispersed one after another.
But Zhou Zhou was very excited, with a teasing light flashing in her eyes. She had recently transformed into a devil and often teased Nan Zi'er. Now, how could she let go of such an opportunity.
Good friends are meant to be framed, good friends are meant to be played with, and good friends are meant to be betrayed. She believed in these creeds to the end every week.
Poor Nan Zi'er didn't know what her friend Zhou Zhou was thinking, and she lamented her poor fate pitifully.
Little did she know that during the spring outing next week, her fate would truly change and her life would be completely rewritten. Maybe it was rewritten from the beginning, but no one knows.
Nan Zi'er's hostility towards snakes started when the little black snake raised by Zhou Zhou climbed into her bed. So now, the first thing she does when she comes back every day is to dig up her bed with a stick.
When she sees a little snake sleeping on her bed, she will give her a stick without mercy. Of course, she will never hit her target, because the little snake seems to predict the fate of her stick.
In an instant, he escaped safely under her nose. She would often jump up and down with anger, and itched her teeth with hatred, but there was nothing she could do.
The strange thing is that the little snake doesn't like anyone's bed, but it likes her bed. It messes with anyone who doesn't want to mess with her. Every time when she is half angry to death, the little snake seems to be smiling, as if